AT THE SAME TIME
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
Let me tell you something about the male leads in my life. They are many things—powerful, dramatic, brooding, emotionally constipated, but chefs? Nope. Not even close.
Dinner tonight was doomed from the moment Xavier picked up a knife and asked something rather weird.
"Do carrots go in desserts or stews?"He asked.
Adrian somehow caught a pot on fire without turning the stove on. Damien tried to impress Vanessa by flambéing something that didn't need flames. Spoiler: he scorched his eyebrows. Michael, bless his stubborn alpha soul, attempted to 'take control' of the kitchen… and only succeeded in turning mashed potatoes into some kind of gluey, tragic soup. Vanessa was pacing like a commander losing faith in her troops.
"Why are there eggs in the rice?!"She shouted and god knows who.
"Because I panicked!" Xavier snapped, holding a cracked shell like it had betrayed him personally.
